Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
I was at the bank today, where I met a young man teller whose name seemed to indicate a Middle Eastern heritage.
Himself: I like your green shirt: St. Paddy’s Day.
Himself: What is St. Paddy’s Day anyway?
Other teller: It’s the Saint’s day. St. Patrick.
Himself: Oh…Why does everyone drink on a saint’s day?
Me: Well, he’s the patron saint of Ireland. And when the Irish immigrants came over to America — which many, many did in the late 1800s because they were starving — they wanted to celebrate their saint’s day, and they did it with lots of drinking.
Himself: Oh. I see. Thank you for the history.
Me: I am here to educate the younger generation.
Himself: And we appreciate it.
Me: Well, some do, some don’t. But it’s all good.
Meantime, here is a picture of me posted by my Irish friend Kate. I don’t think it quite does me justice.